The death of a moon

Chardin The death of a moon on your head
Life is back, it's fragments jagged and fragile
Along some route to the next day
not looking back or forward

just trying to extract the sugar of each little moment
The dead eyes between worlds pick you up
glaring down sending the imagery back 
Bounty hunters come rushing and burning

The death of a moon in a nearby system
Cracked open like an egg for an angry beast
who knocks on your door now to get his bounty
but you wouldn't sign the contract

Chardim in the arid forest near Pont saint esprit
expecting sabotage and ambush
Men size reptiles sent straight from Hell
tempting you with the kind of promises

Dead moons that God had ordained
Satan took credit and the fat just lay on those lower backs
billions of humans waiting out their fate on earth
some semblance of purpose carrying them on through

Glorious wars breaking out testing borders
and the new coward class upon the face of the earth
Chardim passed through the shanty town
redemption a simple boy breathing his last breath

just a few kind words before his spirit left for beyond
God flicks him back fire and elastic
justice hides in everything and comes out hot and unwelcome
God's own magic adapted in the chaos that blinds you